Perhaps it's because we ran into former students and/or their progeny. Perhaps it's because on occasion, Mother Nature has an amazing way of reminding us to enjoy the time we have. Perhaps it's just because I am old and my mind wanders to an earlier time (and at least to this point, comes back!). Whatever the reason, this morning Fiddler Jones rests at the forefront of my thoughts.
Those who truly know me know I have, since high school, been infatuated with Edgar Lee Masters' Spoon River Anthology. We performed the play as our senior drama farewell. Invariably, I had interpers do selections from the Anthology. I directed the play for Town Players. You would have thought I had cleansed my soul's need for sharing Mr. Masters. Yet, this morning, for whatever reason, there he was.